♠
The Garden
I step through those gates into the garden now
It is where my path has led
After struggling through weeds and thorns
With broad determination
I arrived.
And they were widely open.
Painted
With oiled hinges
swinging free
Inside
Sitting in the sunlight
On a concrete bench
Across from the fountain
In the center of the courtyard
You were
Waiting for me
To join you
In silence and understanding.
You transmit to me
Your thoughts
I transmit mine
We share
Without debate
Argument
Or restraint
Honest
Reality
Truth
Goodness
Yes, I say
I know where I must go
I know what it is
You want me to do
I shall do that
For you
I shall.
And when I open my eyes
You are gone
I see others
Talking
Milling
It is such a big garden
From the fountain
Through the valley
Over mountains
To the sea
There is much to do
I am ready
I stand up
And walk therein.
7/19/2001
♠
A Prayer
Michael,
Bring me healing
Help me see
Give me energy
I once had
To do my work
For thee
Touch me
With your sacred hand
And pass over the power
To exercise
What you give
In this and every hour.
7/19/2001
♠
Sunset
And there they were
The masts
With their halyards
Limp.
It was still.
The water,
Like ice.
Frozen solid
Not moving.
The gulls,
Above
Sweeping
The quiet.
The sun
Closing its eyes
With a reddish
Blink.
The clouds
Obeying
Reflecting
Red,
Yellow,
Gray.
And the
Deep, deep
Blue.
Turning black
Of the bay.
8/21/2001
♠
Do you hear?
And if nobody reads this
A writer still I will be.
And if nobody feels this
The touch of my fingers
Still reach out.
I am young. I am young.
I am younger still.
Forever young.
Filled with will.
Overflowing.
I bear the torch
And there I shall be
Touching
Warm
Near.
Are we close?
Do you hear?
8/21/2001
♠
Resting The man who built this house
Rests in a churchyard nearby Woodrow was the name 'Twas a shame he had to die When he did. But it was pride.
The lead that put him down Rests in the dirt amidst his bones The dueler who fired it Also rests alone on a hilltop Overlooking the honor
He defended oh, so well. The maiden once offended In a meadow far away Rests married and rescinded
To a far and distant place From Delaware to Kansas In a tough and hardened pace That was certain to visit All of those who heard the call
To be settlers of these great United States. The children of that maiden Rest in cemeteries. In bronzed And sealed mausoleum cubes
In a far and western groomed, Lawned and shady place Where sprinklers turn the Sunny days to rain, and plastic Flowers fade into gray.
6/20/1997 ♠ © 2001, Rector Communications, Inc. Reno, NV 606 Nebadon
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